Chapter 1200 Separation

Two days after Zhou Qingfeng made trouble in Palmyra.

The United States accused Russia of allowing terrorists to attack civilians, and Russia accused the United States of invading Syria for no reason. The two sides are arguing at the UN Security Council, which is boring.

On the battlefield of Palmyra, an investigation team sent by the United Nations rushed to conduct on-site investigation. The multi-national team faces an ancient city that has been completely destroyed, investigating alleged war crimes.

By falsifying his identity, Fidel, the senior intelligence officer of CIA, was present in person in the team. When he stood on the sandy ground covered with flesh and blood, the smell of blood was still extremely strong and pungent.

"A unit of the Nusra Front was massacred here, and we found about a hundred corpses. Most of them were killed by heavy machine guns, and a few were crushed by tanks." A Syrian official received the investigation team and was in charge of introducing current situation.

It's ridiculous to say that this scene is so similar to how China was bullied by Japan in the past-something happened, the League of Nations sent people to investigate, and then there was no more. Weak countries should not expect anyone to truly uphold justice for themselves.

Fidel pinched his nose and walked around the scene, hoping to find something. After all, the quality and ability of the Syrians are extremely low, and any omissions are inevitable. It's just that there is nothing else at the scene except scattered corpses.

"Mr. Fidel, the 'Vulture Squad' has been sent back to the base in Turkey. Lieutenant Sheldon has awakened, and his injuries are still stable." The intelligence assistant stepped forward and said quietly.

"Say something useful." Fidel's tone was indifferent, which also represented his mood at the moment.

"Three of the six SEALs were killed in battle, and the other three were injured to varying degrees. Lieutenant Shelton said that they had a brief exchange of fire with the tank driven by the target, and the other party did not entangle them too much and voluntarily withdrew.

At present, we have not been able to track the whereabouts of this tank. It can be said that the mission has failed. The only harvest is a few fragments of optical camouflage, and the Ministry of Defense is organizing manpower for research. The level of technology is higher than we imagined, and most notably… . "

The intelligence assistant hesitated to speak, as if the next words were a little uncertain about their authenticity. Fidel quickly shouted: "You just need to tell the current situation, how to judge is my business."

"We found traces of a label on the debris. It appears that the original label was torn off and a new label was placed on it."

"Special operators like to add a little something personal to their clothing, what's so special about the new label?"

The intelligence assistant scratched his head and said, "The new label is an ancient character called 'golden script'. We asked language experts from the National Security Bureau to decipher it, and we got the meaning of 'Exclusively for Your Excellency the Legion Commander'."

What?

Fidel was at a loss. He tried hard to think but couldn't figure out what this meant? 'Legion Commander'? Who is this man?

The strangest thing is..., ancient characters?

What does this damn situation have to do with China? Who would be hungry enough to do this kind of writing on a piece of optical camouflage?

If Boss Zhou was asked this way, he would definitely say - I pretend to be very educated and show off with a gold inscription label, can't I?

"The person we are going to deal with is nicknamed 'Legion Commander'?" Fidel thought of the popular "Victor Hugo" not long ago, but he couldn't connect an actor with a super soldier. "But why did he use an ancient character?"

A bold guess came out of Fidel's head, but he could only sigh in his heart, "It is not impossible if China and Russia really join hands. After all, they are currently working on the T-45 power armor project. Happy cooperation."

Difficult, Ying Jiang also has the power to catch the time.

Now it is clear that the United States is the only one, with overwhelming advantages accumulated over decades in military, technological and financial aspects-for example, our per capita number of aircraft carriers is still very low. When it comes to "per capita" in anything, we suffer a lot. It will take a long time to catch up.

Facing a common enemy, it is inevitable that China and Russia will join hands.

Facing the current situation, Fidel also feels a big headache. With the strength of cIa, there is no way to openly operate in Syria, and everything must be cautious. But now the powerful and mysterious super fighter was missing, he closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly asked: "Where is that little girl?"

little girl? Naturally, it refers to the 'little poor' captured by the drone during yesterday's operation. Fidel asked subconsciously, and the intelligence assistant was also taken aback. No one thought about tracking down that unremarkable little girl.

"Try to find a way to investigate, maybe it will be a breakthrough." Fidel didn't have many clues to investigate at hand, and he could only count one by one. "No one can just run around with a child, our target may find a place to entrust the child."

Zhou Qingfeng was so erratic that no one could tell where he was. But a child is much easier to find. When cIa tried to find another way, Zhou Qingfeng was also saying goodbye to the 'little poor'.

In a small city near Damascus, a potholed road runs through the scorching desert. A T-72 tank was parked by the side of the road, and Valena's power armor was thrown on top of the tank. Variana, who was dressed up, was leaning against the tank and watching the two people, one big and one small, who were about to separate not far away.

"Little guy, my brother wants to say goodbye to you. You go with sister Valiana, she promised me to take good care of you. I hope you can live a good life." Zhou Qingfeng kissed the dirty "little poor" forehead, trying to appease her.

But "Little Poor" was so choked up that he couldn't speak. He held on to Zhou Qingfeng's trouser legs and refused to let go, sobbing and crying with tears in his eyes. She managed to say a word, but it was 'Big man, don't go. If you go, I will die. '

Hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to cry a little. If you don't go to Syria, you don't know how miserable the life of the people here is. Syrian men are useless, but Syrian children are also affected.

No matter how I tried to persuade him, the little guy decided on Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to break away her hand that was grabbing the trouser leg. He couldn't do it with little force, but he was afraid of hurting her if he used too much force. When the trouser legs were finally torn off slowly, 'Little Poor' burst into tears, and stretched out his little hands desperately trying to grab Zhou Qingfeng again.

"Please take good care of her. I am the one who brought disaster to her family, and I feel ashamed." Zhou Qingfeng handed the "little pity" to Valiana, his eyes were a little moist. Seeing the child desperately reaching out to him, he could only turn around and leave cruelly.

During the whole process, Valena remained expressionless. It didn't matter even if Valina scratched and bit her body in order to break free, she just stared at Zhou Qingfeng's disappearing back for a long time.

After about half an hour, several Russian military helicopters appeared from the sky. After landing, dozens of special operations personnel jumped out of the cabin, and quickly dispersed to form an alert formation. One of the Russian colonels wearing a big-brimmed hat hurried to Varina and asked in a low voice, "Where is the target?"

"Escaped." Valina was a little bit lost in interest, and answered weakly.

"Why didn't you stop him?" the Russian colonel continued to ask.

"I can't stop him, no one can stop him." Varina shrugged, "He even threw a burden on me to save trouble."

The colonel of the Russian army looked at the 'poor little' who was still in distress, and then looked at Varina's already grim face, "Major Varina, I am going to relieve you of your position now. You must be reviewed, we suspect that you have Suspected of betraying the motherland."

"I betrayed the motherland?" Variana's face flashed with anger, but behind her stood two soldiers in power armor. Four iron palms held her firmly, irresistible. After struggling twice, her anger could only turn into a helpless and bitter self-mockery and sneer. 8